出了村,沿着大路往东走,大约一里地,便是沿湖大堤。紧挨沿湖大堤路口旁有一茅草屋,很是简陋,风吹过,颤颤巍巍,摇摇欲倒,大有“卷我屋上三重茅”的气势。这茅屋便是那三爷的。三爷长着一副标准的湖里脸,黑且瘦,像只成精的老鱼鹰,眼窝深陷,目光如炬,似乎能看透人心。他不是本地人,村里没人能说清他的来龙去脉,据说当过兵,还有人说他是逃兵,有人好奇问他是,他总是恶狠狠盯着这个人, Out of the village, go east along the road, about one mile, is along the lake embankment. Close to the embankment along the lake next to a thatched cottage, it is simple, the wind blew, quivering, shaken, a great “volume on my house Sange Mao ” momentum. This cottage is that Sanye. Sanye has a standard lake face, black and thin, just as a fine old fish eagle, orbital sunken eyes look like a torch, seems to be able to see through the hearts of people. He is not a native, no one in the village can explain his ins and outs, is said to have been a soldier, someone said he was deserters, someone asked him curious, he always staring at this person viciously,